Traduzione del testo della canzone Fleet Foxes Album Snippet - Fleet Foxes

Fleet Foxes Album Snippet (originale)

I was following the, I was following the, I was following the, I was following
the
I was following the, I was following the, I was following the, I was following
the
I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
To keep their little heads from falling in the snow, and I turned 'round and
there you go
And Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the
summertime
I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
To keep their little heads from falling in the snow, and I turned 'round and
there you go
And Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the
summertime
I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
To keep their little heads from falling in the snow, and I turned 'round and
there you go
And Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in
summertime

Fleet Foxes Album Snippet (traduzione)

Stavo seguendo il, stavo seguendo il, stavo seguendo il, stavo seguendo
il
Stavo seguendo il, stavo seguendo il, stavo seguendo il, stavo seguendo
il
Stavo seguendo il branco, tutti inghiottiti nei loro cappotti
Con sciarpe rosse legate intorno alla gola
Per impedire che le loro testoline cadessero nella neve, e io mi sono girato e
ecco qua
E Michael, cadresti e diventeresti la neve bianca rossa come fragole nel
estate
Stavo seguendo il branco, tutti inghiottiti nei loro cappotti
Con sciarpe rosse legate intorno alla gola
Per impedire che le loro testoline cadessero nella neve, e io mi sono girato e
ecco qua
E Michael, cadresti e diventeresti la neve bianca rossa come fragole nel
estate
Stavo seguendo il branco, tutti inghiottiti nei loro cappotti
Con sciarpe rosse legate intorno alla gola
Per impedire che le loro testoline cadessero nella neve, e io mi sono girato e
ecco qua
E Michael, tu cadresti e trasformeresti la neve bianca in rosso come fragole
estate